So every morning my wife leaves for work, I sleep in until around 8:30, and then organize the moving boxes, unpacking and rearranging. Maybe I putz in the shop, maybe I make a couple rattles or a drum for sale on etsy, maybe I walk the dogs. I visit my meditation garden in the woods, a circle of stones laid out in a medicine wheel with a bench and altar. The time goes fast, and then I make dinner for when Karol gets home around 5:30.

Am I a "kept man?" 'Cuz that would be cool.

Time to organize the basement, then I think I'll make a 15" octagonal drum of elk and cedar. Woo!

Why even unpack? you're only there for six months?

We moved so fast, things were not particularly well organized or stored. Since we will be putting things in a pod for a x-c trip and stored for who knows how long, I need to pack properly, label, and reevaluate keeping some things.

And six months of winter can feel like a long time, so why not be comfortable and have ready access to the things I do need?

I was thinking the same thing the other day but it's not like we do anything to change the fact. When was the last time you started a well intended and useful thread in a climbing forum? I think mine was the "Near Miss Report" thread and that was almost two years ago.

I can't remember mine. I've done a few news notes. Maybe mine was the speed record by Caldwell and Honnold.

Still, none of the big hitters are here anymore. I don't even see JT. I anticipate a long, long recovery.

It's been a long time since my last useful thread. Most of the stuff that can be talked about has already been talked about. So, really, is there a point in trying to be useful?

Nope. Not so much. No good trolls lately. All the noobs have been driven off by the angry old climber comments "do a search Ahole." So not even any freindly help threads to be had. Very little good

I feel like I should actually be climbing in order to start a thread about climbing. All those "not climbing but" threads very quickly go downhill.

Oh, and Dina... yousuck for being this close and yet, again, not coming down to say hi to Donny and myself.

I didn't feel a thing.

Oh, and...

THAT BITCH!!

I think it was in New England. Weird number of East Coast earthquakes in the recent past, though.

It was a 4.6 centered about 40 miles east of me. The whole house shook for about 4 seconds with a significant rumble, and the dogs jumped up out of a snooze and started running (where to, I don't know, we were inside.) I knew right away what it was, but don't recall ever feeling one so strong in NH in my 51 years. My wife had to ask what it was, and after I told her I stepped outside and my new neighbors and their other neighbors were also out asking what it was.

So every morning my wife leaves for work, I sleep in until around 8:30, and then organize the moving boxes, unpacking and rearranging. Maybe I putz in the shop, maybe I make a couple rattles or a drum for sale on etsy, maybe I walk the dogs. I visit my meditation garden in the woods, a circle of stones laid out in a medicine wheel with a bench and altar. The time goes fast, and then I make dinner for when Karol gets home around 5:30.

Am I a "kept man?" 'Cuz that would be cool.

Time to organize the basement, then I think I'll make a 15" octagonal drum of elk and cedar. Woo!

Why even unpack? you're only there for six months?

We moved so fast, things were not particularly well organized or stored. Since we will be putting things in a pod for a x-c trip and stored for who knows how long, I need to pack properly, label, and reevaluate keeping some things.

And six months of winter can feel like a long time, so why not be comfortable and have ready access to the things I do need?

So, last week I worked all day every day moving our belongings into the new house in the rain, probably 15 pick-up truck loads total along with two trailer loads.

We spent our first night in the rental home on Thursday, but I managed to sneak out for about five hours to the local crag, which is now only a 10 minute drive away. We added a finish to one of our previous FAs to link it to the top of the cliff, then semi-cleaned a new line (right of our classic "A Toltec Dream") that is far from classic but worth doing, leading it at 5.7+ and naming it "An Aztec Nightmare."

Spent the weekend unpacking, arranging furniture, and settling in. Had to run to my parents on Sunday to watch the Patriots game, as we don't get cable hooked up until later today. In the meantime we have been watching "Downton Abbey" on DVD, which I am pleasantly surprised to find very good.

Downton is quite good. Seen seasons 1 & 2 and rather enjoyed both.

Good job getting a bit-o-climbing in too. At least someone is getting out.

DOWNTON ABBEY! Something to live for, indeed . . . my roommate and I did a marathon of seasons 1 and 2 a couple months ago (she'd never seen them, though I had), and now we are illegally streaming season 3 from sketchy sites on Monday evenings. Can't wait. :)

I'm kind of annoyed. I missed the season premier of Walking Dead the other night and since AMC stays a full week behind with whats available OnDemand and I refuse to pirate, I'm behind for the rest of the season.

I ran a marathon, took a flight, and still managed to see it with food and friends and everything

So every morning my wife leaves for work, I sleep in until around 8:30, and then organize the moving boxes, unpacking and rearranging. Maybe I putz in the shop, maybe I make a couple rattles or a drum for sale on etsy, maybe I walk the dogs. I visit my meditation garden in the woods, a circle of stones laid out in a medicine wheel with a bench and altar. The time goes fast, and then I make dinner for when Karol gets home around 5:30.

Am I a "kept man?" 'Cuz that would be cool.

Time to organize the basement, then I think I'll make a 15" octagonal drum of elk and cedar. Woo!

yes you are a kept man. your life is much like my life.......embrace it.

i just throw in a batch of cookies, pumpkin bread or raisin bread.............then i get some pocket money!!!

The other puzzling thing is that I have been feeling thinner lately, pants fitting a little different, but the scale doesn't reflect it . . . oh well, one of those unsolved mysteries.

All of my adult life I have weighed 158 - 160. I have been down to 153 for the last six months. I thought maybe I was dying or something. Doc thinks proly not. I'm thinking thats a bet he can't win.

I have consistently weighed 135, +/- 3 lbs. for the past five years or so, and completely cutting out dairy and eggs did nothing to affect that.

haha I went down a pants size recently yet the scale said I was either the same or heavier...

I decided it was all the scales fault and haven't touched it since...

I probably don't really want to know anyways

scales are the devil!!! i can tell if i gain or lose weight by how tight the pants are.

i actually lost weight by cutting out dairy, red meat, and any packaged food. almost back to ideal climbing weight!!!

I can't do dairy anyway, and now that the lady is in spain i'm not cooking any red meat. only fish, veggies, and rice (or pasta occassionally - ok, some chocolate, too, i admit it). no scale, but i think i'm losing weight.

i know i was over 180 for a while. playing weight is 165. not sure where i am and not sure i'll know any time soon. just going to eat well and exercise. fingers are crossed i shed a few pounds before spain in decemeber.

The other puzzling thing is that I have been feeling thinner lately, pants fitting a little different, but the scale doesn't reflect it . . . oh well, one of those unsolved mysteries.

All of my adult life I have weighed 158 - 160. I have been down to 153 for the last six months. I thought maybe I was dying or something. Doc thinks proly not. I'm thinking thats a bet he can't win.

I have consistently weighed 135, +/- 3 lbs. for the past five years or so, and completely cutting out dairy and eggs did nothing to affect that.

haha I went down a pants size recently yet the scale said I was either the same or heavier...

I decided it was all the scales fault and haven't touched it since...

I probably don't really want to know anyways

scales are the devil!!! i can tell if i gain or lose weight by how tight the pants are.

i actually lost weight by cutting out dairy, red meat, and any packaged food. almost back to ideal climbing weight!!!

Three years ago, I weighed 245 for a spell; bought size 40 pants and shorts and loathed my existance. I was barely climbing, and remember getting sketched on easy leads, like 5.7 sport. I quit drinking 26 months ago, hit the crags hard, ate better, and generally started loving life.

Today I weigh 185, only 15 lbs more than I weighed in college when I was climbing 175-200 days/year and road tripping constantly to Yosemite and les Alps. And I'm 51, onsighting 10's and some 11's (haven't pushed myself to get on many 11's with all the new routing and FAs.)

I manage to do this despite a vicious sweet tooth, ice cream and snacks every night, and a healthy appetite. Yesterday someone commented that I would start to look unhealthy if I lost more weight, but I can easily see getting down to 180 in a few months, particularly once I start winter hiking and dusting off the ice tools; I still would love to do a winter traverse of the Presidentials and get in a calendar winter ascent of Pinnacle Buttress on Mt Washington before I blow out of New England.

Oh, and Dina... yousuck for being this close and yet, again, not coming down to say hi to Donny and myself.

I didn't feel a thing.

Oh, and...

THAT BITCH!!

I think it was in New England. Weird number of East Coast earthquakes in the recent past, though.

It was a 4.6 centered about 40 miles east of me. The whole house shook for about 4 seconds with a significant rumble, and the dogs jumped up out of a snooze and started running (where to, I don't know, we were inside.) I knew right away what it was, but don't recall ever feeling one so strong in NH in my 51 years. My wife had to ask what it was, and after I told her I stepped outside and my new neighbors and their other neighbors were also out asking what it was.

So every morning my wife leaves for work, I sleep in until around 8:30, and then organize the moving boxes, unpacking and rearranging. Maybe I putz in the shop, maybe I make a couple rattles or a drum for sale on etsy, maybe I walk the dogs. I visit my meditation garden in the woods, a circle of stones laid out in a medicine wheel with a bench and altar. The time goes fast, and then I make dinner for when Karol gets home around 5:30.

Am I a "kept man?" 'Cuz that would be cool.

Time to organize the basement, then I think I'll make a 15" octagonal drum of elk and cedar. Woo!

Why even unpack? you're only there for six months?

We moved so fast, things were not particularly well organized or stored. Since we will be putting things in a pod for a x-c trip and stored for who knows how long, I need to pack properly, label, and reevaluate keeping some things.

And six months of winter can feel like a long time, so why not be comfortable and have ready access to the things I do need?